No one finds you.|
Your life ends.
Soon after your death, someone finds your
You have found your way into a part of the web-site which I don't want many people to
see -- this is where I share some deeply personal stuff with you, stuff that I wouldn't
tell people in real life. This stuff may cause you to cringe and feel uncomortable --
you may wish to back out now instead of following these links. But these are parts of
Don't expect me to express any strong opinions in here -- apathy is the dominant part of my personality. I don't care about anything except my own happiness.
Click here to read about my abnormal attitude to death.
I'm a special person. That's supposed to be a good thing. I don't know why people think of specialness as a good thing -- if one is exceptional, peculiar, unusual, outstanding, then surely one loses a sense of belonging with society -- one feels like an outcast. That's not true in every case -- after all, everyone is special in their own way, but I'm special in a bad way. I have some attributes that most people would think of as 'wrong'.
Click here to read about my feelings, or lack of feelings, about love.
Now, something a bit less indsidious, but something I'm very reluctant to share notwithstanding -- click here to read my page about masturbation, if you want to hear about that side of me, which you probably DON'T. And click here to read a sexual fantasy that I wrote in early 1996. I don't usually write about that stuff, or even think about it, but this was the exception to the rule.
Warning: the above two pages are not suitable for children. There aren't any
pictures in them though.